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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)

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The explosive finale of Damion and Alana’s story is coming soon… with twists, turns, and undeniable passion.

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Part One

Chapter One

Alana

I did it.

I declared war on West Senior, on Damion’s father. I named him the man who murdered my father, and I did so with a live audience on live television.

There’s no turning back now, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I exit the stage to find Craig, the private bodyguard I’ve hired to facilitate my escape, waiting on me. He’s a tall man with sharp features and a fit body that declares him capable of fighting off Damion’s father. I’m not sure about the goons West Senior might hire, though, and Craig is no match for Walker Security, but the fact that he’s an off-duty police officer represents trouble I don’t believe anyone wants. You kill a cop, you live with the consequences, but then I’m not sure Damion’s father believes in consequences.

But he will when I’m done with him.

I’ll be his consequence.

There’s no escape for him now. He’ll have to deal with me. Of course, I have to deal with him as well, and that means attorneys and money that will drain me, but I don’t care. The police will have to listen to me now that the masses have heard my voice. Which is why that’s exactly where I’m headed: to the police station to force them to listen to me.

Craig quickly ushers me forward toward a rear door of the building, where a car awaits us, ready to deliver me to a detective he knows well, someone he believes will be able and willing to take my accusations seriously. I’m nervous, yes, but after what I just did on national television, I’m all in and committed to my plan to take down Damion’s father. And then, just maybe, Damion can clean up the West empire and live his own life.

Without me.

A gut-wrenching idea where a necessary reality lives.

I know what I’m doing ends the two of us, but I love him enough to want the best life for him, even if that means I can’t be with him. I take comfort in the certainty that I’m doing the right thing for everyone I love. And despite my anger at her, the ones I love include my mother, who is still in the wrong bed, brainwashed to the point of it becoming terrifying. She’ll be dead next, and I have to ensure the world knows that if she dies, Damion’s father made it happen. My only comfort in her protection is that both of my parents dying close together would be suspicious, and being West Senior is not a stupid man, he’ll know this. But he can’t hide the affair with my mother, and that makes him suspicious to the public, even if law enforcement has blown me off to this point.

They can’t blow me off now.

We reach the exit door, and Craig holds up a hand, indicating I need to wait to exit until he’s cleared a path. He eases outside to scan our surroundings, and just then my cellphone vibrates in my pocket for maybe the third time at this point, and I snake it out to find Damion’s number. Just the idea of speaking with him, of hearing his voice, shreds me inside. I’ve ended us. There is no way around it, and it hurts in a deep, soul-wrenching way.

But so does the idea of Damion’s father holding him captive and ruining him.

Craig motions me forward, and I shove my phone back inside my pocket and do so with firm resolve. There is no me and Damion anymore. And that’s simply a fact that cannot be changed, and I will not allow him to talk me into backing off of my plan with his own demise as the endgame. With nerves jumping about in my belly, I exit the building to find a man standing next to a black sedan with an open door.

Without hesitation, I cross the space between us and slide into the vehicle. Craig follows quickly and shuts himself inside the backseat with me. The driver claims his place, and we are off to the police department. My phone buzzes with a text, followed by two more. I tell myself to ignore the messages, but find myself removing my cell from my pocket to find messages from Damion and not one, but two different reporters.

I click on the message from Damion that reads: I need you to come to me, Alana, come home, and if you won’t do that, go to the Walker offices. I don’t trust my father not to do something crazy right now. You poked the bear, baby, and he’s got really big claws and fangs. Please. I’m begging you. We can do this together.

Only together wasn’t how he tried to protect me in the past, now was it? And I understand the divide he placed between us now in ways I never did before.

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Burned Dynasty Part One (Wall Street Empire – Strictly Business #4) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones http://www.ilovenovels.com/burned-dynasty-part-one-wall-street-empire-strictly-business-4-read-online-lisa-renee-jones Thu, 13 Jun 2024 07:54:13 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/burned-dynasty-part-one-wall-street-empire-strictly-business-4-read-online-lisa-renee-jones Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Authors: Lisa Renee Jones Series: Wall Street Empire - Strictly Business Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)

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When the enemy is pushed to the edge, they burn your house down. But a house is just a wall. The only home Damion has ever known is Alana. And his enemy's end will not be gentle. He will do whatever he has to do to end this story with Alana on the Wall Street throne next to him.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Chapter One

Alana

I did it.

I declared war on West Senior, on Damion’s father. I named him the man who murdered my father, and I did so with a live audience on live television.

There’s no turning back now, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I exit the stage to find Craig, the private bodyguard I’ve hired to facilitate my escape, waiting on me. He’s a tall man with sharp features and a fit body that declares him capable of fighting off Damion’s father. I’m not sure about the goons West Senior might hire, though, and Craig is no match for Walker Security, but the fact that he’s an off-duty police officer represents trouble I don’t believe anyone wants. You kill a cop, you live with the consequences, but then I’m not sure Damion’s father believes in consequences.

But he will when I’m done with him.

I’ll be his consequence.

There’s no escape for him now. He’ll have to deal with me. Of course, I have to deal with him as well, and that means attorneys and money that will drain me, but I don’t care. The police will have to listen to me now that the masses have heard my voice. Which is why that’s exactly where I’m headed: to the police station to force them to listen to me.

Craig quickly ushers me forward toward a rear door of the building, where a car awaits us, ready to deliver me to a detective he knows well, someone he believes will be able and willing to take my accusations seriously. I’m nervous, yes, but after what I just did on national television, I’m all in and committed to my plan to take down Damion’s father. And then, just maybe, Damion can clean up the West empire and live his own life.

Without me.

A gut-wrenching idea where a necessary reality lives.

I know what I’m doing ends the two of us, but I love him enough to want the best life for him, even if that means I can’t be with him. I take comfort in the certainty that I’m doing the right thing for everyone I love. And despite my anger at her, the ones I love include my mother, who is still in the wrong bed, brainwashed to the point of it becoming terrifying. She’ll be dead next, and I have to ensure the world knows that if she dies, Damion’s father made it happen. My only comfort in her protection is that both of my parents dying close together would be suspicious, and being West Senior is not a stupid man, he’ll know this. But he can’t hide the affair with my mother, and that makes him suspicious to the public, even if law enforcement has blown me off to this point.

They can’t blow me off now.

We reach the exit door, and Craig holds up a hand, indicating I need to wait to exit until he’s cleared a path. He eases outside to scan our surroundings, and just then my cellphone vibrates in my pocket for maybe the third time at this point, and I snake it out to find Damion’s number. Just the idea of speaking with him, of hearing his voice, shreds me inside. I’ve ended us. There is no way around it, and it hurts in a deep, soul-wrenching way.

But so does the idea of Damion’s father holding him captive and ruining him.

Craig motions me forward, and I shove my phone back inside my pocket and do so with firm resolve. There is no me and Damion anymore. And that’s simply a fact that cannot be changed, and I will not allow him to talk me into backing off of my plan with his own demise as the endgame. With nerves jumping about in my belly, I exit the building to find a man standing next to a black sedan with an open door.

Without hesitation, I cross the space between us and slide into the vehicle. Craig follows quickly and shuts himself inside the backseat with me. The driver claims his place, and we are off to the police department. My phone buzzes with a text, followed by two more. I tell myself to ignore the messages, but find myself removing my cell from my pocket to find messages from Damion and not one, but two different reporters.

I click on the message from Damion that reads: I need you to come to me, Alana, come home, and if you won’t do that, go to the Walker offices. I don’t trust my father not to do something crazy right now. You poked the bear, baby, and he’s got really big claws and fangs. Please. I’m begging you. We can do this together.

Only together wasn’t how he tried to protect me in the past, now was it? And I understand the divide he placed between us now in ways I never did before.

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Scorned Queen Part Two (Wall Street Empire – Strictly Business #3) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones http://www.ilovenovels.com/scorned-queen-part-two-wall-street-empire-strictly-business-3-read-online-lisa-renee-jones Thu, 08 Feb 2024 08:24:21 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/scorned-queen-part-two-wall-street-empire-strictly-business-3-read-online-lisa-renee-jones Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Drama, Erotic, Suspense Authors: Lisa Renee Jones Series: Wall Street Empire - Strictly Business Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72543 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)

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The protégé king wants the king un-seated but it will be war, and a bloody one. And you can only push a future queen so far before she says enough, and proves she's as worthy for war as her man. Damion and Alana will come together to fight but first the boundaries of the past must fall.

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Part One

Chapter one

Damion

My father and I stare at each other, and the silent battle we wage on each other is no less fierce than two boxers in the final round of a championship match. Because that’s what this is, but the battle is not for a belt, but rather controlling interest of Mary Morrison’s company.

My father thinks showing up at the table where Alana and I are wining and dining Mary to win her trust, will destroy my plan to save her company rather than gut it and sell it off, like he would dictate it to the board. It will not. The board is on my side, ready to go from sharks who gut businesses to a company that develops success and takes a piece of the profit for helping it happen in a long-term fashion that ultimately means more profit.

He’s a raider, pure and simple, a “man” who makes money by destroying people’s dreams and hard work. The worst of it is that I almost let him turn me into his mini me, but no more. I’m not like him. I will not operate on his terms. Never again. “You’re not invited, father,” I say. “Leave.”

“Did you really think members of the board wouldn’t tell me you planned to out me?” he asks, all cool and calm, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Did you really think what they said to your face is what they meant? I thought I taught you better.”

The problem for him, I think, is they didn’t just say it, they signed off on it. I glance at Mary. “Nothing has changed.”

“And yet, it has,” she says, shoving her chair back from the table and standing, her long gray hair draping her shoulders. “We’re done here.” Mary rotates and starts walking.

Alana is already on her feet, tracking Mary with rapid steps, as they both head in the direction of the door. “She can’t save Mary for you,” my father states, drawing my sharp gaze to his as he adds, “but you can save, Alana.”

A chill as icy as an artic breeze slides down my spine at the obvious threat, and I go stiff, doing so because I know things my father has done. Bad things, horrible things, you don’t come back from, and he doesn’t care.

The fact that my father is sitting here, at this table is meant to panic her and check me. I’m beyond being checked. I’m beyond being caged. Mary is another story. She took his bait, and she ran with it, ready to drown in the muddy waters of his bullshit.

My father thinks he’s won, but he hasn’t.

Now it’s my turn to be amused. I smirk and meet his stare. “Who’s going to save you, father?” I ask.

“I thought I already made that clear. The board. You don’t own them.” He leans in closer. “I do. And you’d be smart not to forget that.” He pushes to his feet and walks toward the door.

I don’t move. That’s what he wants. A reaction.

We both know he’s walking toward the door where Alana could end up his target, but despite everything inside me that makes me want to place myself between him and her, it would be a mistake. If I allow him to see her as a delicate creature that I’ll protect with a proverbial shield and sword, my father will see blood.

Alana’s blood.

And this, right here, this night and the target it’s put on Alana’s back, is why I stayed away from her, but that ship has sailed. She’s mine. And she’s strong enough to stand beside me against my father and my enemies. But she needs to believe that herself. That means she needs to know I believe in her.

I force myself to count to twenty and then I flag the waiter and hand him my credit card. I’m cool on the outside, but inside I’m pure fury ready to be unleashed. And if my father steps wrong where Alana is concerned, I’ll show him that the cold, ruthless part of me he created isn’t dead. It’s just waiting on him.

Chapter two

Alana

My heart flutters as I race after Mary, desperate to reassure her that Damion is on her side and that he’s legitimately eager to aid her quest to save Morrison Enterprises. Adrenaline is not my friend, as my knees wobble a bit, and I worry as much about what is happening between Damion and his father as I do about what’s before me with Mary. I don’t know what is in the past between them fully, but I remember the way he manipulated and controlled Damion in his youth. I know even if it’s been glossed over by Damion, that he became something he isn’t proud of, followed in his father’s footsteps, and became a version of a man he never wanted to know as himself.

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Scorned Queen Part One (Wall Street Empire – Strictly Business #2) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones http://www.ilovenovels.com/scorned-queen-part-one-wall-street-empire-strictly-business-2-read-online-lisa-renee-jones Thu, 07 Dec 2023 05:55:34 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/scorned-queen-part-one-wall-street-empire-strictly-business-2-read-online-lisa-renee-jones Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Novella Authors: Lisa Renee Jones Series: Wall Street Empire - Strictly Business Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)

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She loved him all her life. Then she hated him. Now she’s in a whirlwind affair with him, playing his fake fiancée, when the history and the passion between them is anything but fake. But his father has always thought she was beneath him. He’s always wanted her gone and over. And that’s just what he intends now. To end her. And he almost succeeds. For a moment there, he does succeed. But there is no wrath like a woman in love and a woman scorned.

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Chapter One

Damion

My father and I stare at each other, and the silent battle we wage on each other is no less fierce than two boxers in the final round of a championship match. Because that’s what this is, but the battle is not for a belt, but rather controlling interest of Mary Morrison’s company.

My father thinks showing up at the table where Alana and I are wining and dining Mary to win her trust, will destroy my plan to save her company rather than gut it and sell it off, like he would dictate it to the board. It will not. The board is on my side, ready to go from sharks who gut businesses to a company that develops success and takes a piece of the profit for helping it happen in a long-term fashion that ultimately means more profit.

He’s a raider, pure and simple, a “man” who makes money by destroying people’s dreams and hard work. The worst of it is that I almost let him turn me into his mini me, but no more. I’m not like him. I will not operate on his terms. Never again. “You’re not invited, father,” I say. “Leave.”

“Did you really think members of the board wouldn’t tell me you planned to out me?” he asks, all cool and calm, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Did you really think what they said to your face is what they meant? I thought I taught you better.”

The problem for him, I think, is they didn’t just say it, they signed off on it. I glance at Mary. “Nothing has changed.”

“And yet, it has,” she says, shoving her chair back from the table and standing, her long gray hair draping her shoulders. “We’re done here.” Mary rotates and starts walking.

Alana is already on her feet, tracking Mary with rapid steps, as they both head in the direction of the door. “She can’t save Mary for you,” my father states, drawing my sharp gaze to his as he adds, “but you can save, Alana.”

A chill as icy as an artic breeze slides down my spine at the obvious threat, and I go stiff, doing so because I know things my father has done. Bad things, horrible things, you don’t come back from, and he doesn’t care.

The fact that my father is sitting here, at this table is meant to panic her and check me. I’m beyond being checked. I’m beyond being caged. Mary is another story. She took his bait, and she ran with it, ready to drown in the muddy waters of his bullshit.

My father thinks he’s won, but he hasn’t.

Now it’s my turn to be amused. I smirk and meet his stare. “Who’s going to save you, father?” I ask.

“I thought I already made that clear. The board. You don’t own them.” He leans in closer. “I do. And you’d be smart not to forget that.” He pushes to his feet and walks toward the door.

I don’t move. That’s what he wants. A reaction.

We both know he’s walking toward the door where Alana could end up his target, but despite everything inside me that makes me want to place myself between him and her, it would be a mistake. If I allow him to see her as a delicate creature that I’ll protect with a proverbial shield and sword, my father will see blood.

Alana’s blood.

And this, right here, this night and the target it’s put on Alana’s back, is why I stayed away from her, but that ship has sailed. She’s mine. And she’s strong enough to stand beside me against my father and my enemies. But she needs to believe that herself. That means she needs to know I believe in her.

I force myself to count to twenty and then I flag the waiter and hand him my credit card. I’m cool on the outside, but inside I’m pure fury ready to be unleashed. And if my father steps wrong where Alana is concerned, I’ll show him that the cold, ruthless part of me he created isn’t dead. It’s just waiting on him.

Chapter Two

Alana

My heart flutters as I race after Mary, desperate to reassure her that Damion is on her side and that he’s legitimately eager to aid her quest to save Morrison Enterprises. Adrenaline is not my friend, as my knees wobble a bit, and I worry as much about what is happening between Damion and his father as I do about what’s before me with Mary. I don’t know what is in the past between them fully, but I remember the way he manipulated and controlled Damion in his youth. I know even if it’s been glossed over by Damion, that he became something he isn’t proud of, followed in his father’s footsteps, and became a version of a man he never wanted to know as himself.

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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)

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Damion West was the boy who stole my young heart and then broke it. That was a long time ago though and I’m not a girl susceptible to hot boys with big egos who just happen to kiss well anymore. Nor have I kept up with Damion West. Okay, I have. Everyone has. He's the heir to West Enterprises, and notoriously loud on social media.

Everyone knows Damion West.
Just not like I do.
But that's another story better left untold.

It’s hard sometimes to remember that I’m no slouch myself. Confidence isn't exactly my forte but I fake it well. I’ve worked with my parents’ real estate firm catering to the rich and famous for years and I'm now one of the top agents in the country. Blue Enterprises is the name of our firm, which is also my name. Blue. Alana Blue. And now I'm on TV, the star of Selling in New York.

But every family has secrets. Damion's does and mine does as well.
That's why I have the TV show I didn't really want.
Nothing is real.
Except him. Damion. He's real. So is my past with him. But it's the past.

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Chapter One

Alana

“The only bad thing about burning your bridges behind you is that the world is round.”

― Anonymous

A sunny day in New York City has the same impact as sunshine splaying across the waterfront.

It blinds you.

I step off the crowded sidewalk and into the street only to be halted by a firm hand on my arm. “Stop! Stop now!”

A truck flies past me rather than over the top of me.

I gasp and my fist balls over my racing heart before I pant out several heavy breaths and realize that I’m still teetering precariously on the edge of the curb. I almost stepped in front of a truck. It was so close. Too close. The light had turned, I argue in my head. There was no one coming and yet they were, and whoever has my arm just saved my life.

This is when you might think the meet-cute comes, when I look left, and some tall, dark, and handsome guy in a six-thousand-dollar suit pulls me to the sidewalk and a little too close to him.

But nope. That’s not my life.

My gaze swings left where I find an elderly lady holding onto me with a steely grip that defies her wrinkled skin and gray hair. “Honey, that could have been bad for you. And me. I think I’d have croaked right here if you croaked. You must be new to the city. These streets are not to be reckoned with. Get your feet back on the sidewalk.”

It’s as if my mother has jumped inside this woman’s body to lecture me. I don’t even defend my long-standing familiarity with New York City. I step backward and fortunately do not get rolled over by a crowd of people. It’s five o’clock. New Yorkers just want to go home, or to their second job they need to pay for an apartment the size of a closet.

“Thank you,” I say, offering the woman a nod. I’d shake her hand but she’s still holding my arm with a vise grip.

She studies me a moment, as if to confirm my understanding, only to press her lips together in disapproval. Her hand falls away. “You didn’t hear a word I said.”

I could explain that I’m from the city, that no one was coming—the truck ran a red light—but there really is no point. She saved my life. I have nothing but gratitude. I touch her arm. “I hear you and thank you.”

The impact is as I’d hoped. Her expression softens. “Take care of yourself, honey. It’s a dangerous city.”

“I will,” I promise, turning away from her just as a city bus with my face pulls up beside us. Okay, not just my face. It’s me sitting on a throne, that is really just a fancy chair. My legs are crossed, and I’m wearing this luxurious Gucci dress and heels, my long brunette hair draped over my shoulders. How very Sex and the City of me, only it has nothing to do with Sex and the City. As the words above the photo read, “Selling in the City, a new TV show featuring Alana Blue, debuted last week!”

The new TV show is all about real estate. And money. And people with money buying real estate from my family. A TV show I never wanted to do, but just finished filming despite my resistance to the spotlight. It’s about diversity for my family, and not having all of our eggs in one basket. And, of course, name recognition.

The old lady is beside me now, pointing at the bus. “Is that you?”

I glance at the photo of the hot woman in the chair, who looks and feels as fake as the TV show it’s advertising, and say, “She’s much prettier,” and I mean it. I’m just me, a simple girl who came straight here to the big city from not-so-little ol’ New Jersey, and did so traveling on the tailcoats of her parents. How they make me look like—a sexy, worldly woman—I do not know.

The woman glances between the woman on the bus and me and then settles her attention on my face. “No, you’re prettier.” She winks and turns away, disappearing into the crowd leaving me reeling with her statement.

I blink at the surprise compliment and eye the bus. I don’t know that I’m prettier than her, but I like this me, the real me, better than the woman in that chair, the one I had to become for reasons I can share with no one.

The light turns.

I hesitate, not so quick on the run this time. I look both ways as my mama taught me and start walking. My destination is the towering thirty-floor steel building just across the street, currently glistening in the sunshine. If only I were blind to what is going on inside. I shove aside the thought. I can do nothing about it, at least nothing more than what I’m already doing, and double step. My father would tell me I’m a worrywart, a type A who can’t just let things fall into place, and happen as nature would have them happen.

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